Lost my dream, invisible to begin with,
used to give me sustenance, without it
I have no fire in my heart, I am become
a dead golem without a sacred chem in
my head; everything I think stays inside
as there are no dream people to talk to
I need to revive the feeling that there is
someone out there who cares what I as-
pire to - feeling apathetic and unheard -
languishing in silence without the power
conferred by hope, I have to pull myself
up by my own boot-strings
Fabricate an alternative world where tele-
pathy provides communication – I cannot
stay in this material illusion, loneliness is
killing me, physical reality feels so empty,
so absolutely, terrifyingly empty…
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